06 November 2011

Get Lost

Life was never intended to be a walkabout in which we find ways to best indulge ourselves. Living unto our own needs and wants is sentencing a human feature that should define us to perish while out on center-stage abandoned by all thought of others we stand performing a script written by and for ourselves. The word humanity communicates more than one meaning. One meaning is kindness towards people, and the other meaning is simply a way of saying all humans, mankind. Being thoughtful towards others should be an integral part of who each of us is. Kindness is not a feature of the human race, it should be a defining concept of the human race. Human and kindness are synonymous in meaning, and they should be also in practice. Outstanding people, those who are very kind to other humans, are awarded accolades for being humanitarians, for trying to help others. We value our association with being kind, compassionate and caring towards others yet so rarely do we actually live the lives of humanitarians.

To me, American society is not a humane place to live, much baser and animalistic. We are driven not by affections for each other, not by care or regard for one another, but on the contrary we are a society compelled by our own lusts to acquire, to conquer, or most important of all to idolized. Every driving force behind a majority of human behavior is derived straight from the desire to increase “self.” We look not for opportunities to help others, but rather for opportunities to help ourselves.

The single universal explanation for all our self-centered endeavors is a simple concept – happiness. Happiness is the elusive breath which we need to live, yet like the air we breathe, we cannot see it or grasp. Yet just like air, it is vital. We try most every way imaginable to create happiness, but all such attempts to create the feeling do not make happiness, at best a mirage or delusion. Happiness, it is no secret, cannot be bought or found by seeking it. Happiness is almost always a fleeting fragile moment somewhere in the future or in the past. Happiness is always a few steps away because we try to grab it. Happiness in many ways is like trying to capture a sunset in a painting. Even if the colors are spot on with the sunset, even if all the shapes are right, the best painting never does justice to the real thing. It lacks the smells that rest on the gentle breeze that tugs at your hair, it is missing the warm feel of the delicate fading rays of sunshine, it lacks the momentary changing nature of life. Hold the best painting up to the real thing, and the painting has no soul in contrast to a sky burning with the falling, fading rays of a summer sun. 

Remember the times in your life when you were profoundly happy. Are your memories those of buying a new computer, winning a washer-machine at a raffle? Or are your times of happiness the times you laughed with friends and family over silly things until you cried, or perhaps you traveled from the smog smitten city out into clean country air and you saw the incomprehensibly vast night-sky with your best friend for the first time? Those times when you were happy, were you trying to be, were you thinking about yourself at the time, thinking about your job, your hair, your weight? I doubt it. 

Happiness, we find, not while trying to cultivate it, but in the very root of our identities, in the fact that we are humans, we are meant to serve each other – by being kind, compassionate, empathetic, by lifting up those who fall down. Have you ever brightened someone’s day, seen their face pass through winter and into spring. Hear them laugh, or see a pain in their eyes fall away due to something you did? Wasn’t it an amazing feeling? The most certain way to find enjoyment in life is to quit trying to find it for yourself, and try to help others find it. Stop trying to create an emotion, and start building up people. Conquering the world is no great thing. Cultivating compassion and love within a world where people are so often separated from happiness is a great thing. If you want to be happy, lose yourself in the service of others.

Lost in Falling


At a place where the earth and water wrestle with each other. Where wind kisses bare skin, and dries small droplets of water glistening in the sun. At a time when tall tufts of gentle white clouds migrated across the piercing deep blue sky. While seagulls chattered, and dry blades of grass rustled like the ruffling of clothing in a still room. 

As our eyes met, it was not meeting the eyes of a stranger, or even of a friend. It was bigger and stronger than that. It was like seeing every single wish, every dream, every joy, and every moment of happiness I had ever dared imagine could be, it was me meeting forever, it was realizing that forever was real.

The past and the future faded like shadows into the night leaving the two of us standing alone together like actors on stage but it was no act, it was real. Every worry and care evaporated like early morning mist. Everything that had been or would have been collided in a single moment and changed the way we would remember the past and the way we would live our futures. We both fell into something much bigger and stronger than over-the-counter love-at-first-sight. We fell into forever, an ocean of forever. The love had always been there but incomplete, a heart without a beat, or a breath without air to breathe. It was as though we had always loved each other; and over all of the years, up to the moment, it had been building and growing.

It was as much a knowing as a feeling, as much a feeling as a knowing, and both a feeling and a knowing too powerful to embrace, like a child trying to hug the sky or the sun that drifts above. We know the sun is there, but we cannot look at it, it is cloaked in an eternal luminescence too powerful to look at and a size beyond imagination. But we can feel its warmth on our skin even on the coldest winter day, we can see springtime uncoil like popcorn when its rays begin to dance for a few more hours above the horizon. The love in that moment was strong and bold and eternal, I could sense it sweeping me up within it, a wave powerful and unstoppable, more than everything had ever hoped it could be. No word can be said against such unfathomable love. No heart can escape from forever.

Sociable

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